More than a year ago, back when things were really bad and hopeless, I had a thought that brought tears to my eyes: the idea of introducing him to my grandma during my graduation ceremony.
Because that very scene alone encapsulated every single thing that I felt so hopeless about. If that were ever to happen exactly the way I imagined, that would mean that I would have graduated med school and become a doctor, my grandma would be healthy enough to see me graduate, I would actually have a relationship with him and that the pandemic would have abated enough for me to have a legit graduation ceremony.
Out of the 4 things that I hoped desperately for, 3 things came true. Everything I could have controlled in any way have come true. I'm now a doctor, I love my mans so so much and my grandma is honestly doing so much better than I am at 86.
It's just this dang pandemic is getting worse again such that I'm not gonna have a graduation ceremony. But that's fine. I'm so so happy and at peace. All the factors are in play, it's just a matter of setting and timing I suppose.
